Anti- Immigration Riots Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Oh, the streets were filled with rage,
As the fears and anger did engage.
Voices shouting, fists flying,
Amidst the chaos, innocent souls crying.

They came with a purpose, filled with hate,
To oppress, to discriminate, to dictate.
A nation divided, by borders and walls,
But does it truly matter, with humanity's falls?

Families torn apart, dreams shattered,
As the rioters' fury only mattered.
Seeking refuge, a chance for a better life,
But faced with violence, struggle and strife.

Those who came seeking hope and peace,
Now met with hostility and unjust release.
Forgetting their struggles, their journeys' pain,
The rioters' prejudice, forever will remain.

Oh, how we mourn for the lost souls,
Trapped in this twisted, political role.
A battle fueled by ignorance and fear,
A tragedy that will always be held dear.

And as the flames die down, and the dust settles,
We are left with scars, deep and indelible.
What once was a nation, built on diversity,
Now falls victim to hate and animosity.

So let us grieve, for what could have been,
A land of opportunities, for all to dream.
But now we mourn, an anti-immigration riot,
A tragic elegy, for a future once bright.